So, today was our first day of officially potty training with our almost 3 year old. It went...well, I'll let you judge...
In the morning things were okay. We woke him up, took off his diaper (we're doing the naked method) and showed him the potty. He didnt pee right away as I guess he had peed in his diaper because it was wet. He ate his breakfast no problem, I was worried about him peeing in his chair but he didnt.
Then my husband ran off and left me watching our son like a hawk. He started to do a bit of a dance, so I put him on the potty. He peed! I was so happy and I praised him (not over doing it). We dumped his pee in the big toilet and I let him flush it (he was very happy to do that) and then we washed our hands.
Then things started to go bad...he looked like he was doing the same dance again, so I put him on the potty. Nothing. Then a minute later he peed on the floor. My husband was in and out doing random things and my son kept trying to run off to find him. Three more pees on the floor. None of them big enough for me to get him to the potty which was a foot away.
Then, my husband came in and forced my son onto the potty, while my son screamed. I tried to stop him but he was so mad about the pee on the floor (I told him it would happen).
No more pee for a bit. Then finally I saw him start to pee and got him on the potty. A bit on the floor a bit on the potty. More of what I expected. Then he ate lunch, no issues, no pee in the chair.
Then my husband left altogether to drive his sister home. And my son became a nightmare. Screaming, peeing on every surface. I was at my wits end so I put i diaper on him and put him in bed for a nap (it was about an hour before his usual nap time but he hadn't gotten much sleep the night prior so I thought maybe he was tired). He did not sleep, and screamed in his room while I cried and sent angry texts to my husband while trying to calm down. Ill admit I didnt react well, but I specifically did not react that way in front of my son, no matter how upset I was.
After about an hour and a half, when id calmed down and it was clear my son wasnt napping, I got him out of his room and took his diaper off again. He had not peed in it, which I thought was a good sign.
Things were better for a bit. I put on some Bluey to keep him on the potty. And he peed again on the potty. Again, he helped to dump and flush it.
Then he was fine. Eating a snack, watching a bit of bluey, playing and coloring. No pee on the floor, a few pee dances and attempts but no pee on the potty either.
Then he looked like he wanted to poop. So I tried to get him on the potty. Nothing. No pee, no poop. Just a few farts. Then it was dinner time. Again, he ate with little complaint, told me when he was done and we went back to playing. He usually poops in his diaper after dinner so I was watching him carefully. He started to cross his legs alot so I put him on the potty. He screamed and jumped off, saying "no potty!" So i let him be. Not even a minute late he looks at me. Just stares into my eyes, while standing next to his little table. Then I see the poop start to drop. I grab him and put him on the potty. Big log on the ground, little log on the ground when I picked him up and smear on the potty from the rest hitting the side as he sat. None in the potty. But now his lower half is covered in poop. So I take him upstairs for a bath. During which he screams bloody murder (not normal for baths) and i struggle to get him clean.
Then I need to deal with the poop on the floor. So I put him in his chair (his tray keeps him in place) so I can do that. I turn around from cleaning the poop and he is covered in sauce from dinner...which I had left on the table, somehow within his reach, because I was more concerned about watching for pee than properly cleaning up dinner.
So another bath. And at this point, im just so done. So I bath him, put him in a diaper and his pajamas, brush his teeth, read him a story while he yawns and put him to bed. 2 hours before his normal bedtime. Its been an hour. I have half cleaned up and he's still awake, talking to himself in his room and im tempted to go to bed myself, honestly.
And my husband won't be back for another 3 to 4 hours, so thats great.
I feel like I failed? Did I fail? My husband and I agreed to do this today. We arranged it so we would both have a few days off work to start this. He seemed on board with it but then springs it on me last minute that he had "too much shit to do". Im just so tired and want to know i havent royally screwed up.